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Mar 2014
I never thought I would actually do it
but I did
I took the blade and drew it across my skin
over and over and over again
my arm is full of cuts and marks
the pain is raw and it lets me no I'm still here
that it is not some sick and twisted dream I cant escape
that this is my reality
cruel as it seems
I feel the pain in my heart a little less now
but it sure as hell is still there
I am ashamed with myself and unhappy
but instead of putting it down
I drag it across my skin again
I watch the blood trickle down my arm
Taking away one pain and replacing it with another
Written by
Brook Lynne  NORTH DAKOTA
(NORTH DAKOTA)   
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   Mehar Bawa and Stephanie Lynn
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